Makeup artist turned model Sophie could not deny her attraction toward young, talented photographer Ethan. She was on the fence about acting on it when he asked if she would do a more risque shoot. They say fools rush into love; what do you call those who rush into lust? Sophie said Yes, not knowing that Ethan had a surprise waiting...
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"Right. Don't pull your hand away, let it rest on the desk still, Sophie. Give me your profile. Yeah, like that. Pasha, sidle just a tiny bit closer... Yes," Ethan said, giving a thumb up when Pasha placed a hand on the desk as well, slightly boxing me in.
Pasha smelled of mild soap and something citrus. I couldn't focus on anything else other than his forearm. Now that he was not wearing the jacket, it was on display in all its glory, strong looking and well sculpted.
Ethan fired a few clicks and then spoke again. "Lean a bit closer now, Pasha. I'm aiming for your jaw and neck, don't worry if your face is hidden. Lift your face a little Sophie, he's supposed to be kissing your neck... Right, like that."
He peered through his camera again, moving a bit to get the crop he wanted, I guess. Pasha's breaths were on my neck, warm and gentle.
"Ah, your shirt's fallen close, Sophie. Do you mind opening it up a bit?"
I pulled at the collar, reddening a little when a whole breast came out, laced tightly in black.
"No, don't. Leave it like that." Ethan held up a hand and started clicking the shutter. I closed my eyes when Pasha pressed closer and Ethan's voice raised. "Yes, good. OK, stay that way for a while. I need some more angles..."
Pasha shifted a bit and I felt his lips brush softly on my skin.
"Wait, wait. Keep that lip bite, Sophie," Ethan said. "I need another shot."
Pasha gave out a sound that was a mix of murmur and a chuckle, damn him. I arched a little when the bastard planted another kiss, lingering this time. Ethan was completely pleased, urging me to keep the pose. The mouth on my neck pressed closer, opening up for a wet kiss...